I silently recited Amitabha Buddha in my heart, and after praying that this kid would not have an accident, the corners of my mouth with a happy smile stabbed towards Jingming's underneath.

I took the opportunity to glance at Jingming's eyes, this guy's eyes were like copper bells, his legs were shaking, and he was in a cold sweat: "Master, save my sons!" ”

Qingjue ignored Jingming's plea for help, just stood in place with black lines in his head, and looked at the master with a helpless face: "Look at what your apprentice is doing!" ”

Although the master didn't like this kind of deed in his heart, he didn't know why he encouraged me in front of Qingjue: "This baby is doing well, no matter whether he does it or not, saving his life is the most important thing." ”

Naturally, I didn't continue to stab this knife, and I stopped it at the last minute.

At this time, all the momentum on me and Jingming's body dispersed, and the two of us were also a little weird at this time, Jingming was shaking his legs and lifting his hips, and I was like repairing a car, enduring Han Xin's humiliation, but the dagger in my hand was dead against Jingming's nectarine.

"Brother.... Uncle... It's over, don't! Jing Ming trembled, not knowing what he was talking about.

I quickly climbed out, put away the dagger, and looked at Jingming with interest: "Little monk, you should be considered lost, right?" ”

After seeing me leave, Jing Ming wiped the sweat on his forehead with palpitations, and then touched his own place, and after thinking carefully in his mind, his little face turned red: "Lose your head!" Let's do it all over again! ”

As he spoke, he rushed forward again brandishing his sword.

Seeing that he did not give up, I also drew the dagger again: "Come on! "Just kidding, if I can succeed the first time, I will be sure to succeed the second time!

"Come on!" Jing Ming drank it with a red neck.

"Come here!" I gave him a middle finger up.

Seeing that we were getting more and more deviated, the master jumped onto the platform and grabbed my ear: "You kid is not idle to embarrass me, get out of here!" ”

"Eh, Master—Tap~"

Master just grabbed my ears and went to the Taoist temple.

.....

Jingming stood in place, lowered his head and looked at his crotch, and involuntarily shuddered, muttering to himself, "Is this still that guy?" It's incredible. Then he shook his head, and returned to the Taoist temple behind our ass with Qingjue.

....

"That's... Jingming, don't be angry, aren't we doing nothing? "In the courtyard of the Taoist temple, I saw that Jingming was still blushing, thinking that he was still angry, so I comforted him kindly.

"If you want to blame, you can only blame .... The cultivation is high, we are definitely not opponents. I praised Jingming from the side.

In fact, if you don't use this dagger, I "think" that there is still a way to clean up Jingming, they have a good face in cultivating Buddha, and many bad tricks can't be put down to do it, which can be seen from Qingjue's body, if you don't eat good meat, you have to abide by the rules of the mortal world.

As long as you can't put it down, there will be a lot more constraints in the battle.

Jing Ming's face became a little more comfortable at this time: "Okay, I forgive you, that.... I'm a little hungry. ”

In fact, Jing Ming didn't blame me in his heart, if it was really a life-and-death duel, who cared about the rules of the rivers and lakes or something, in fact, he was still blushing, and he was really just hungry, and he was embarrassed to speak.

When I say that, just go down the steps.

I was stunned for a while, good guy, it's only been more than an hour, and I want to eat it again?

"Master, didn't you say that Bigu can maintain the purity of the innate Qi? Why does this kid always have to eat? "I raised my questions to Master.

My master can't understand this kind of mysterious thing, after all, others are cultivators, and he can't figure it out even as a bull-nosed Taoist, so he can only kindly mention it to Qingjue: "Is it really good to let him eat like this?" ”

Let's not talk about mystical things like the innate Qi, just this stomach is not something that ordinary people can bear, right?

Qingjue squinted his eyes, looked at Jing Ming from a high point of view, and then opened his mouth and said, "Don't worry, I have a sense of proportion in my heart." ”

I silently despised Qingjue on the side, you are measured, you are a monk who has a relationship and you don't need you to cook, and you don't have a backache when you stand and talk.

Since these two monks came, I felt that if I couldn't get along in the future, I could ask a cook to do it.

When he was "feeding" Jingming, a baby with the same amount of food as a piglet, the master began to turn his elbows outward: "Jingming, you're not injured, are you?" ”

The little monk floated up again now, and thought about the scene at that time: "No, there is no danger, two mouthfuls of white rice go down, nothing is wrong." ”

Master's smile deepened: "In that case... You'll be coming every day for the next few days, right? ”

"Huh?" Jingming only expressed his doubts slightly, and did not pursue too much.

"What? Why? "I'm expressing that I'm very dissatisfied, very dissatisfied, this guy is like a little King Kong, if he is familiar with my routine, wouldn't he press me to the ground and rub it?

I slapped the table and said decisively and firmly, "I refuse!" ”

Master was even more arrogant at this time, the sleeve of the robe gently stroked around my waist, and Long You appeared in his hand: "Starting today, can I confiscate this thing for a week?" ”

The dead bull's nose asked if it was okay and put it into his arms.

"No!" I reached out and pulled into Master's arms.

Unexpectedly, Master opened my hand and taught me profoundly: "I have no opinion that you want to go the dark way, but now you have to train your skin thick, and you have to learn to resist fighting!" ”

Master's point of view once again refreshed my cognition, feeling that this old guy does not treat me as a personal apprentice so much, and would rather I take the wrong path than be beaten?

Hearing about the strange dagger, Jingming was suddenly full of confidence, the dagger made him very weak, it was the dagger that hid my breath so well, so that he had to cover his position one meter around his body to prevent the success of the sneak attack.

Although I succeeded in the sneak attack in the end, if there was no dagger to help me this time, in Jingming's heart, a set of King Kong Arhat boxing would be like playing radio gymnastics and it would cost me half my life!

"Really?" Jingming's eyes lit up, and he put down his rice bowl and asked.

The master shook his robe very coquettishly: "It can't be fake." ”

Jingming held his fleshy little face: "That's fine, then I'll only suffer a little loss in the past few days, and help my senior brother "temper" it." When it came to tempering, Jingming almost gritted his teeth.

I looked at the master with a plea of help, expressing a meaning: "Someone bullied your apprentice, you don't care?" ”

Master patted his head at this time, and I thought he would continue to give me something good.

Who knew that he said to Qingjue: "Let's not foul the foul, your sword is not allowed to be used by him."

There is definitely no need for the master to say this, although I don't talk about the spirit of martial arts, but these two monks must be talking about it, Qingjue smiled and nodded, and asked this apprentice by the way: "Use all your strength." ”

I saw Jing Ming snickering there, and my anger didn't come to me: "Laugh, you think I can't clean you up without a dagger, right?" ”

Thinking that I couldn't break his shield with punches and kicks, Jing Ming laughed even more wildly: "We monks generally don't laugh, unless..."

.......

Master's decision made me lie in bed for more than three days, being beaten in the afternoon and lying down at night, and the old man didn't know what medicine he used, no matter how serious the injuries were, I would be alive and well the next day...... Continue to be beaten.

This little King Kong, a routine can throw me from left to right, from the ground to the sky, but this guy's shell is like a king, I can't break it.

On the third night, I was beaten up by Jing Ming as if I had completed the task, I really don't understand, judging from the feeling that Jing Ming gave me, although the gap between our cultivation is very large, it is definitely not to the extent that I can't break the defense even if I stand and let me beat me, right?

I raised my doubts to Master, and Master answered me very seriously: "You know, the two ascetics are in the Vajra Arhat fighting type, and their main attack is defense and attack. ”

I lay on the bed, covered in pain, and asked Master aggrievedly, "Then what should I do if I change it?" Does it make sense if you keep being beaten like this? ”

The master ignored me, and just said to himself: "My mountain gate can be a warlock or a warrior, this is precisely because our mountain gate people can control their own "Qi" very skillfully, and I haven't had a chance to teach you the likes of Qimen Dunjia Warlocks, but you first have to learn the control of "Qi", so that you can do it like an arm. ”

Master walked out of my room and reminded me one last time: "When your control is enough, the little golden light spell is condensed to the extreme, and its power is also very terrifying." ”

I realized a little truth, how can I make my Qi more accurate? Of course, it has to be used a lot.

Summarizing the skills of the first three days a little, I was able to vaguely break the defense from the fourth day, which made Jingming startled fiercely, and he no longer dared to beat me without caring about anything.

Although I can't break the defense, I'm very dexterous, and I attack everywhere.... Throat, eyes, temples and crotch.

Because it is necessary to lay the foundation for "medicine", I remember the muscles and joints of the human body very clearly, so the secondary attack places are some joint acupuncture points and the like.

......

On the fourth day, I was still beaten, but this time I was not beaten to the bed and couldn't get out of bed, I don't know if my ability to resist beating has become stronger, or I don't dare to let Jingming mess up.

After being beaten hard by Jingming for so many days, the turning point of raising his eyebrows and exhaling was finally ushered in on the fifth day.